This sacred tree is not small in the Liangdi fame, when he was a teenager, he studied under the master of the Vajra Fayan, practiced the tantric "Great Day Vajra Prajna Sutra", and now he is one hundred and twenty-five years old, and he has presided over the translation of more than 300 secret scriptures in this life, and the whole Liangdi Zhaoji Temple respects it as a guru. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Liu Mu, who was sitting on a fast horse, had already washed and combed cleanly, and at this moment he was recalling the news about this Rize Temple that he had inquired all the way to. On this day, the temple belongs to the ancestral garden of Tantric Buddhism, and the practitioners walk barefoot and sit and lie down regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. There are only two or three hundred monks in the temple, but the believers are scattered in every corner of the cool land, and from August to October every year, you can always meet believers who go on pilgrimage on the road.

After Liu Mu opened his eyes and shook his head, he put aside some thoughts about the Rize Temple for the time being, and he could feel the raging flames without looking back, and a group of more than ten angry horses galloped, sweeping up bursts of dust. For those bandits who were full of resentment and wanted to leave, Tieqi was an old fist to serve, and the crying father who was beaten directly stopped after calling his mother, leaving stones to guard the camp and deter the remaining bandits, Liu Mu took Tieqi and ten bandits, and galloped away in the direction of the Rize Temple.

Liu Mu didn't have the slightest intention of hating this Rize Temple, he didn't want to stand up for the corpse in this cool place, as the soil emperor of the cool land Rize Temple, even if the monks didn't make a move, those fanatical believers could tear him apart and so on. He just wanted to go and verify whether the old monk of the Divine Tree really had a way to smelt iron, this was still the approachability he had heard of the Divine Tree, a high-ranking monk who had lived in the Bodhisattva realm. If it was on Shaolin, he wouldn't have taken this trip, no matter how good a god soldier is, his life is not as important.

More than 50 miles, the horse is only half an hour. Liu Mu looked at the very distinctive temple in front of him, and his expression couldn't help but be a little solemn. The temple clings to the cliff face of the mountain, supported by only one column, and is very thrilling, as if it will fall at any moment, which is daunting. The red walls and white eaves, like the ridge of the cone, go deep into the void, like a dragon elephant with its head held high. The colorful wind flags, like dragging the Rize Temple that wants to fly away, swing like copper bells.

Although he didn't have any faith, Liu Mu still didn't dare to make a mistake, so he stationed his horse at the foot of the mountain early, and after leaving a few people to take care of the horses, he lifted his feet up the winding steps like a ladder. With each step, Liu Mu's expression became quieter. When halfway up the mountain, Liu Mu couldn't help but stop his steps forward, turned around and walked towards the prayer wheel on the platform on the side, like a devout believer, praying in a circle once, as for who to pray for, Tieqi did not think it was for Liu Mu himself.

The temple here is very interesting, there is no Shaolin like the guest monks, all the monks I met on the road are wearing red monk clothes, barefoot on the ground, like ascetics chanting scriptures, as if they did not notice Liu Mu and his party, what to do and what to do, no one greeted. However, the inadvertent aura made Tieqi's expression a little more cautious. It's not terrible for a sect to have masters, but it's chilling to have many masters. Liu Mu, who walked into the main hall, looked solemnly towards the golden body of the Buddha in the lead, burned three pillars of incense, and after knocking several times, he stood up straight.

"Amitabha!" The middle-aged monk who had already noticed Liu Mu and his party was waiting for him saw that Liu Mu had finished offering incense and said a Buddha name, and walked over with a peaceful expression. The complexion of people in Liangdi is generally red compared to that of people in the Central Plains, and Liu Mu has an illusion that the middle-aged monk in front of him is like the outer wall of the temple, and the red solemnity makes you respectful.

"The donor didn't come to this temple just to pray for blessings and incense, right?" The monk looked calm, and his eyes were big, like Vajra.

Liu Mu glanced at the trembling Sanjin and the others, hugged his fists and said, "I have come to ask the Master of the Divine Tree, I hope that the Master will be convenient, I am not very grateful!"

The monk showed an expression that was indeed so, lowered his eyebrows, and clasped his palms together and said, "The Master of the Divine Tree is doing his routine work, if the donor wishes, he can go with the poor monk." With that, he hunched his back and went outside. Only then did Tie Qi notice that this monk's height was probably about the same as his own, but he was always arched, making it difficult for outsiders to find out at the first time.

The whole temple looks like a dilapidated grotto, the gray square floor tiles are cleaned, the cigarette smoke is filled, and the pilgrims can still be seen kneeling and breaking the floor tiles from time to time. The courtyard of the temple is very small, so that the two lonely Bodhi trees are extremely huge; This ancient temple, under the scent of incense mist, looks like a silhouette floating on the floating clouds, which is extremely silent and solemn.

Not long after, with the pace of the monk, Liu Mu and others came to a Buddhist hall, and the sound of "dong dong" wooden fish percussion, along with the chanting of beautiful scriptures, floated into Liu Mu's ears. Liu Mu looked up at the top of the temple, dazzling, the raised faces of the Buddhas were also like countless stars in the summer night sky, they had different expressions, thousands of postures, lifelike, people seemed to be in Elysium, and they were reluctant to leave for a long time.

There was only one white-eyed old monk in the Buddha hall, and the loud chanting sound was as loud as thousands of people chanting together, which shook Liu Mu's ears. Judging by his age, he is far from being as old as rumored, his red and translucent skin is full of wrinkles, and he looks older, but he is only seventy or eighty years old. Under the signal of the leading monk, Liu Mu stood quietly on the side and waited, waiting for the old monk of the Divine Tree to complete his coursework.

After a full hour, the old monk finished his schoolwork, and the monk who led the way stepped forward and knelt on the ground, and after the five-body bow to the ground, he whispered about Liu Mu and others. The Divine Tree raised its eyes and looked at Liu Mu, its deep eyes were like a mysterious universe, and people couldn't help but fall silent. After a while, Liu Mu broke free from the gaze of the Divine Tree, and broke out in a cold sweat, he had been practicing spiritual power for many years, and he was easily affected by the old monk's spirit, and the cultivation of the Divine Tree made him frightened.

As if surprised that Liu Mu could get out of his own realm of thoughts, the expression of the Divine Tree, which had not changed for decades, showed a hint of surprise, and he couldn't help but say loudly: "The donor is so profound!"

"I don't dare to be a guru and praise it, compared with my guru, I am still far behind. "Liu Mu is not modest, he is too much worse than the Divine Tree, if he fights with the Divine Tree, he will be won in just one round. I was lucky enough to break free just now, but the Divine Tree had no intention of forcing it to stay, otherwise I would only have the result of exhausting my mind and dying.

Shenshu showed a somewhat compassionate smile, beckoned to Liu Mu, and waited until Liu Mu bowed his head and knelt on the ground before he said, "I heard Yang Ji say that you have something to look for me?"

Liu Mu knew that Yang Ji was the monk who led the way, so he replied: "There is indeed something to ask the monk for advice, it is about that ......."

"Get it out, I can feel it. The Divine Tree interrupted Liu Mu and said slowly.

Taking the piece of iron that Liu Mu took out of his arms, the sacred tree rubbed it with his dry hand, and Liu Mu didn't bother to look at it like that. The dim Buddha hall was illuminated by butter candles, and after the light hit the face of the divine tree, the divine tree opened his mouth and said, "You want to know the method of smelting?"